“Like I said over the phone, we’re going to be pulling you from the evening time slot. We need to do a little bit of rearranging, open up a better time for you, but until then, I have something special in mind for you,” he said, his voice somewhat muffled around the cigar. “If you’re up to it.”
“Absolutely!” she told him, not caring what it was. It wasn’t that she didn’t like what she was doing – but she craved more.
“It’s going to be a special,” he grinned. “Sixty minutes, devoted to Shifters, and I want you to headline it.”
She blanched.
“Shifters, sir?”
“They’ve been a hot topic these past couple of years. All of that drama last year has really spiked public interest in them. The Forest – those crazy firefighters, they’ve been hot lately,” he continued, laughing at his little
